On Saturday, I took Katie and her mother Cary up to San Francisco. Cary was dying to see Lombard Street, and I had never driven it before. So we waited in line with all the other tourists and drove down the street, and then got out at the bottom and took pictures. More are on my flickr.

After that we went to Fisherman's Wharf, and I simply don't understand the appeal of that place. Sure,you can get seafood, but it's not like they have some kind of new, exotic seafood that you can't get everywhere. I guess Dungeness crab is less common in East Coast markets, so Cary was excited about that, and sure enough, she truly enjoyed hers.

The next day we had lunch with my parents, both of whom were under the weather. My mom had pneumonia last week… and I guess still does. Since pneumonia is a condition and not a disease, when do you stop having it? My dad just had a regular cold, and the rest of us were ok. Still, the lunch date went off a lot better than when my mother had lunch with my brother's future mother in law.

On Monday, we went to Muir Woods, up across the bay. It was packed for Memorial Day, so we took the shuttle in from Mill Valley. It was cool and shady, and pleasant, but there were so many damn people there. The best thing about walking around in a redwood forest is the quiet and cool, and time to think, and you just don't get that here, at least not on a weekend. We saw a cute little chipmunk, though.